She draws her fingers along the rim of a glass. Does it contain poison or does it contain wine? The only way to know is to drink it down and hope it doesn't kill her.
She curls those same fingers about the diamond stem, her Satin Blue nails contrasting with its clarity. She breathes in deep and holds it there, a slight smile playing across her tiger-marked lips. You would think that she'd be scared but it is not fear that pulls her pulse to a presto beat, but anticipation. This drink has been what she's been waiting for her entire life - who cares if it kills her?
She blows out the breath in a long, slow breeze of nervous energy, crossing the crystal rim with a sonorous moan of a sound. She raises it to her lips, rests it there. Her eyes flutter closed....
She drinks.
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